4-Year-Old Girl Calls Stranger ‘Old Person’ — But Her Mum Is Floored By His Unexpected Response


Tara Wood is a 40-something mum, she with her husband, Garrett have seven beautiful kids. Tara who is also a freelance writer recently posted the following story on TODAY Parenting and it’s been shared over 30,000 times!

It was Tara’s daughter Norah’s, fourth birthday. On the way home from school that day Norah asked her if they could stop by the shop and get some cupcakes to enjoy with her siblings.

”I popped Norah and her younger sister in one of those enormous and cumbersome grocery carts shaped like a car and headed toward the bakery. After we picked up the cupcakes, I stopped at a ‘Clearance’ shelf that caught my eye. While I was distracted picking up and then dismissing the bottles of almost expired Ranch dressing and cans of Ensure, Norah was busy standing up in the cart, excitedly waving and gleefully proclaiming, “Hi old person! It’s my birfday today!” The man was elderly, stone-faced, and furrow-browed. However, before I could “Shush” her for calling him an “old person” or ask the Earth to swallow me whole, he stopped and turned to her.

If he was troubled by my no-filter-having child, he didn’t show it. His expression softened as he replied, “Well hello little lady! And how old are you today?” They chatted for a few minutes, he wished her ‘Happy Birthday,’ and we went our separate ways.

A few minutes later she turned to me and asked, “Can I take a picture with the old man for my birfday?” It was the cutest thing ever and, although I wasn’t sure if he’d oblige, I told her we’d certainly ask.

We found the man a couple of aisles over and I approached him. “Excuse me, sir? This is Norah and she’d like to know if you’d take a photo with her for her birthday?”

His expression rapidly morphed from confused to stunned to delighted. He took a step back, steadied himself on his shopping cart, and placed his free hand on his chest. “A photo? With me?” he asked.

“Yes, suh, for my birfday!” Norah pleaded.

And so he did. I pulled out my iPhone and they posed together. She placed her soft hand on top of his soft hand. He wordlessly stared at her with twinkling eyes as she kept his hand in hers and studied his skinny veins and weathered knuckles. She kissed the top of his hand and then placed it on her cheek. He beamed. I asked his name and he told us to call him “Dan.”

After a few minutes, I thanked Mr Dan for taking the time to spend a bit of his day with us. He teared up and said, “No, thank YOU. This has been the best day I’ve had in a long time. You’ve made me so happy, Miss Norah.”

They hugged again and we walked away. Norah watched him until he was out of view. I’d be lying to you if I told you I wasn’t a weepy mess after their encounter.

I was blown away by this meeting and thought maybe some of the readers on my Facebook page might enjoy hearing about it.I posted the story and a photo of the two of them.

Later that night, I received a private message from a local reader who recognised Mr Dan.

His wife, Mary, had passed away in March and he had been lonely since his beloved had gone. She wanted to let me know that she was certain his heart was touched by my little girl. That he needed it and it likely would never forget it. I asked for his phone number and called him a few days later.

We made a visit to Mr Dan’s cosy and tidy house — reminders of Mary still proudly displayed everywhere you look. He had gotten a haircut, shaved, and was wearing slacks and dress shoes. He looked ten years younger. He’d set out a child’s table, blank paper, and crayons out for Norah. He asked if she’d draw some pictures for him to display on his refrigerator. She happily agreed and went right to work.

We ended up spending nearly three hours with Mr Dan that day. He was patient and kind with my talkative, constantly moving girl. He wiped ketchup off of her cheek and let her finish his chicken nuggets.

As we walked him to his front door after lunch, he pulled out a pocket knife a cut the single red rose blooming by his porch. He spent ten minutes cutting every thorn off of the stem before handing it to his new friend. She keeps that rose, now dry as a bone, in a Ziploc bag under her pillow.

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